a few seconds and was banging on the door, giving them only time to stay very still silent in a corner, of course without any mood to answer.
But they had a small child in her innocence, she was very diligent in the front door to ask his half tongue:
- "Quen é?
- "Hey boy, what are your parents?
To which he replied without a second thought:
- "My Dad ekconnío eta, eta ekconnía my Mom ...
and I think I'm going ekconné!".
hiperbreve Although, it is no story, not even a joke.
This case history of the English postwar resumes today.
Because the story is this: that is often repeated.
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